A soul is never owned—
it is only entrusted for a while.
When the song begins to fade,
even body must open its hands of love.
Go, my luminous one,
back to the sky without borders,
to the wind before the wind was born.
The sky before birth
is the same sky to which we return.
Cross the green horizons without pause;
your home is not in the leaf or branch,
but in the boundless breath
that made them.
Much between us
will remain unfinished—
but unfinished words
are not failures;
they are seeds for another season.
The tide has turned;
my life’s boat drifts toward the sea.
The sea does not wait.
To keep the soul
is to cage eternity;
to release it
is to join its flight.
Go, beloved soul—
where you are going,
there is no end,
only the first breath again.
